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Feathers and Pickles

Puggily Smidgeburner always had trouble with his name Bless her, his dear mother was totally to blame She thought it would someday bring him great fame Then one day Prettisome Guru he happened to meet He thought a name as bad as his a tremendous feat With great joy his new friend he was thrilled to great The two friends decided to open a business together “Puggily Prettisome & Co”, a purveyor of feathers They were open rain or shine no matter the weather As you might guess the business was a great bust It seems the pair was allergic to the feathery dust Now they’re making pies with a dill pickle crust…….

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 3/28/2019 8:05:00 PM
Congrat's to you too; I wonder how those, pies are selling? Cute idea.
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Date: 3/28/2019 12:11:00 PM
oh how I love the ending Barbara got to say I was so glad to get rid of my surname it began with Z lol:-) hugs jan xx
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Date: 3/3/2019 9:04:00 PM
I just love the flights of imagination in this one. Delightful! (soupmail).
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